In late spring, begonias are in full bloom in Beijing, and ladies from all the famous families and princes from the Tian family gather in Changchun Garden to enjoy the flowers.
Xiao Zihong was leaning on a white begonia, dressed in red, with wild eyebrows, chatting and laughing with many ladies around him.
Begonia has no fragrance, but Changchun Garden is full of rich powder.
Plum, peach, winter jasmine, chrysanthemum, rose, rose, gardenia... Tangy and rich.
Xiao Zihong smiled wildly and turned around to leave, but was dazzled by a flash of pure white.
On the wedding night, Xiao Zihong held his beloved wife in his arms and talked about the scene of that day.
He lightly smelled the astringent but sweet fragrance in his wife's hair, and said to her, "I like you to be clean and fresh."
The wife in her arms, with a touch of red on her plain white face, looked as pretty as a begonia, but she said angrily, "You are talking sweet words again, I don't want to believe it."
Xiao Zihong smiled but was speechless: It is a lifetime blessing to meet you.
You never know how lucky you are to me.
And after you, I can no longer smell any flowers.
The original intention of conceiving this article was because of some beautiful poems, and I wanted to string them together to create a touching and pathos story.
*There may be a series of past and present articles.
*Continuing from "Hehuan"
